Pretend For Me
by Grenadina
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Eight Up
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Spit & Sting
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Nice Girls (Finish Last)
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Glamour Angst
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Merriweather
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Don't Flatter Yourself
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about
Grenadina is: Steph Castor, Katie Ford, Mia Morrow, Stef Petrozz
We Built. You Destroyed. This is Girlcore.
"It was 11:20 when Grenadina began its set. Ford leads the band; she's tiny and her skinny jeans and high wedges only accent that. She has a loud voice, but she keeps it conspicuously clean and pleasant. The band describes its sound as "girlcore" – a description I can only guess at decoding. I know it doesn't equate the band to the haphazard punk of the early riot girl movement, though I suppose the band does share Sleater-Kinney's moody, dynamic indie rock sound. In separates, Stefanie Petrozz is an amazingly tight drummer, capable of playing both the notes and the rests with aplomb, and Morrow's big bass work was surprisingly on cue despite her condition. However it is the raw guitar work of Steph Castor that gives the band its depth and soul. Her playing shifts from sizzling leads to atmospheric notes to bombastic minor chords in an instant, and recalls my favourite Ian MacKaye in Fugazi moments. If I were to start a band tomorrow, Castor would be my first call. And I wasn't alone in my adoration – the members of Home & Away were constantly warming their hands on the invisible flames Castor created with her guitar."
-TooMuchRock.com
We Built. You Destroyed. This is Girlcore.
"It was 11:20 when Grenadina began its set. Ford leads the band; she's tiny and her skinny jeans and high wedges only accent that. She has a loud voice, but she keeps it conspicuously clean and pleasant. The band describes its sound as "girlcore" – a description I can only guess at decoding. I know it doesn't equate the band to the haphazard punk of the early riot girl movement, though I suppose the band does share Sleater-Kinney's moody, dynamic indie rock sound. In separates, Stefanie Petrozz is an amazingly tight drummer, capable of playing both the notes and the rests with aplomb, and Morrow's big bass work was surprisingly on cue despite her condition. However it is the raw guitar work of Steph Castor that gives the band its depth and soul. Her playing shifts from sizzling leads to atmospheric notes to bombastic minor chords in an instant, and recalls my favourite Ian MacKaye in Fugazi moments. If I were to start a band tomorrow, Castor would be my first call. And I wasn't alone in my adoration – the members of Home & Away were constantly warming their hands on the invisible flames Castor created with her guitar."
-TooMuchRock.com
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released 04 August 2012
All music by Grenadina
All Lyrics by Katie Ford
Album Cover Art by William Chaffin
Recorded by William Chaffin at Magic Bean Studios
All music by Grenadina
All Lyrics by Katie Ford
Album Cover Art by William Chaffin
Recorded by William Chaffin at Magic Bean Studios
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- Track Name: Eight Up
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Put your hand in mine
I hope that you can't feel
The heat, the sweat, the nerves
I can't explain
For once I'm lost for words
You are just what I need
You make it easy to breathe
For too long I've been out of tune
But you put me back in key
We are going pretty fast
But it seems to me you're okay with that
I know we're rough around edges
But I don't care about image
Isn't this what youth is for
Taking it all, but still wanting more
Late nights, warm hands, blunts of grass
For now this feeling just won't pass
I'm a cynic, but I can say
I never thought I'd feel this way
My heart starts to palpitate
Worries start to melt away
Cigarettes and cheap beer
Help erase neurotic fear
I can't help but see the good you hide away
Despite what everybody thinks, I know you're here to stay - Track Name: Spit & Sting
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The sacrificial is the sworn enemy
They pieced the lamb, but they got none of me
A drop of blood in your southern iced tea
It's mixed all together with a spit and a scream
They keep a close eye out for all the things they hear
The heathens and the whores, the fantasies they fear
I'm not talking 'bout a normal thing
I'm coming solo with a spit and a sting
Age confirmation is a fornicane
I'm driving backwards in the pouring rain
Tried new luck, but my luck was the same
No I don't give a fuck who they're coming to claim
The collared boys with their leather bound treats
They rule the world with their hypocrisy
I feel alone with my teeth in the street
And the end is coming, but it's no one to me - Track Name: Nice Girls (Finish Last)
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You say player like it's a bad thing
But don't pretend you didn't see it coming
What do you want me to say to you
I'm gonna get the hell out of Dodge now
Game's no fun when you're already found out
What do you want me to fucking do
You and I aren't two of a kind
Guess that makes me a bitch, huh?
Wishing you the best, nothing but admiration
Better luck with your next fascination
Take my word, you're better off
Here is the thing, you're just not my problem
I've been honest with you from day one
Sorry you're not in my thoughts
You and I aren't two of a kind
I'm sorry that I messed with your mind
Well I guess that's the name of the game
You always fall for the one who likes your pain
I know that I'm the bad guy
But I really did try
I told you you're really great
But falling for me was a big mistake - Track Name: Glamour Angst
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Desire crawling up my throat
As the Devil himself passes me a smoke
I can't take this noise, what have I become
Just a pile of bones in a broken home
The shakes start to pass, get replaced by the fear
As a pretty girl shatters the face in the mirror
The glamour of angst is a sickening truth
But these kids all crave the attention of youth
What do you say
To the ones who won't obey
Stick them in that closet space
Where the bad dreams go to stay
What I really don't get is why we all complain
I mean we all got shit but that's the name of the game
So light your pipe and get all deep
Tell me all about your mom and your newest shrink
If the children are the future then I'm scared as shit
These Adderall zombies can't handle it
So lock me up tight, add a couple of chains
I'd be lying to you if I said I'm not the same
What do you say
To the ones that won't obey
Stick them in that closet space
Where the bad dreams go to stay
Someone please get me out of here
I've really had one hell of a fucked up year
I used to have some hope but it's all run out
Don't know if it's the poison or this plastic town
So I'm sweeping up, burning up this page
I'm gonna treat this world like it's my own stage - Track Name: Merriweather
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Words are coming slowly, the room begins to spin
A stranger holds a candle and a ziplock full of sin
Ambivalence is growing as rats chew on her thoughts
Red lipstick and broken glass replace the will to talk
Smiling over pavement, weeping over white
What the fuck do you expect from damaged broken light
She finds silence alarming and digs the taste of steel
Which is worse, a lack of drive, or poison with each meal
(Chorus)
Filling open spaces with your smart mouth
Please just don't expect me to hear your bullshit out
Please just cut the mind games, the empty ego strokes
You can't fool me, you can't fool them, you're only blowing smoke
Which of you is next in line to up and disappoint me
Fuck with me, I'll fuck you up and leave you lost and bleeding
Chorus
Really fucking hate that shit that you do and I don't care what you say
Broken words and full ashtrays make up my every day
Wanna get the fuck out, finger up to this town, but my hat is tipped towards you
Without your cold words, your ego trips I'd still be the girl you knew - Track Name: Don't Flatter Yourself
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Love sickness is a real disease
I need a brain transplant, mine is killing me
We're going nowhere, but we're taking our time
While you sadistically mangle this heart of mine
My mouth is shut tight like your true love's eyes
But my mind keeps begging to believe your lies
But you try so hard,
And you talk so sweet
And you look so good
When you pretend for me
Now I'm all alone
The way it should be
Put us both together and what do you get?
A letter full of lies and a bed of regret
This love is going nowhere, it was doomed from the start
But you have turned playing me into a work of art
So I put us both together and what did I get?
A pocketful of guilt and a cigarette
But you try so hard
And you talk so sweet
And you look so good
When you pretend for me
Now I 'm all alone
The way it should be
Put us both together and what do you get?
A letter full of lies and a bed of regret
This love was going nowhere it was doomed from the start
But you have turned playing me into a work of art
So I put us both together and what did I get?
A pocketful of guilt and a cigarette
I'm not the one who will shut up and listen
I don't care what you think
I'm bailing ship, not tossing out anchor
And I'll laugh as I watch you sink
I've been told that this doesn't work
I guess I had to learn for myself
I hope that your life turns out swell
But know that you put me through hell
